The room was silent. Qin Zhao held Jing Li's hand, as if he would not let go or sleep unless Jing Li was obedient.
Jing Li could only lower his head and press his slightly cold lips against Qin Zhao's.
The other person's lips were soft and slightly cool. Jing Li carefully traced the outline of the lips. After a while, he raised his head slightly: "You will feel better soon, right?"
"I will." Qin Zhao raised his hand to touch the red corners of his eyes and said softly, "I promise."
.
But Qin Zhao's illness this time was more severe than before.
From the day he returned to the village, he lay in bed for nearly half a month before he finally felt a little better.
On a midsummer afternoon, cicadas chirped in the yard.
The yard is cleverly designed. Even in midsummer, there is still a gentle breeze in the yard and it doesn't feel hot.
Qin Zhao leaned against the bed and looked out through the half-open window.
Jing Li was squatting in the yard taking care of the flowers and plants.
Jing Li was not exaggerating when he said he could grow flowers.
It has been nearly two months since the flower seeds were planted. Many flowers and plants in the yard have grown green leaves. Although they have not bloomed yet, it is not difficult to imagine how lush the yard will be when they bloom.
The germination rate is simply not that of the miscellaneous flower seeds that cost two cents a bag.
This is probably part of the koi's good fortune.
Qin Zhao thought so, opened the medical book in his hand and continued to study, occasionally picking up the pen to make a few marks on the book.
"Qin Zhao, why are you reading again? Doctor Ge said you can't be too tired now!" Jing Li frowned when he saw him like this when he entered the room.
Qin Zhao had fallen ill earlier because he had been overworked in the county town and his body couldn't take it anymore. After resting for half a month, he had recovered somewhat, but Jing Li had become particularly sensitive recently. He didn't dare let him read for too long or go out easily, for fear that he would tire himself out again.
Qin Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've been lying in bed for half a month."
Jing Li pulled the book out of his hand and said angrily, "If you fall ill again, just lie in bed until Mr. Xue prepares the antidote."
“…”
Jing Li had been so worried for the past half month that he hadn't been able to eat or sleep well, and even his temper had gotten worse. Qin Zhao decisively shut up and didn't argue with him.
Jing Li put the book Qin Zhao had been reading back on the bedside table and was about to say something else when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the gate.
"Qin Zhao, are you home? There's a letter for you!"
Jing Li and Qin Zhao looked at each other.
Qin Zhao didn't have many acquaintances outside the village and rarely received letters. This letter could only have come from one person.
Pei An.
Pei An's last letter was ten days ago. In that letter, he said that the medicine Qin Zhao wanted could not be found in the county town, and the county magistrate was going to pass the news of the search for herbs to the provincial capital and think of a solution there.
Ten days have passed, and it's time to reply.
Jing Li hurried outside to get the letter.
He didn't know many characters at the moment and wasn't very proficient in writing. He only recognized that it was indeed the handwriting of the county lawyer, so he handed the letter to Qin Zhao.
Qin Zhao showed the letter.
After a moment, he put down the letter.
Seeing that there was no joy on his face, Jing Li's heart sank: "You still haven't found all the medicine?"
Qin Zhao nodded. "Most of the herbs in the prescription have been found and sent to Mr. Xue's pharmacy. But there is still one missing..."
Jing Li: "What's missing?"
"Astragalus."
Qin Zhao picked up the medical book on the bedside table, flipped through it and searched for a moment before saying, "Here it is."
"Astragalus root is sweet and grows deep in the mountains in summer and autumn. It is harvested when its stems and leaves are lush, dried, and then used as medicine."
Jing Li frowned: "Since this herb grows in summer and autumn, why can't we find it?"
"This herb is so rare." Qin Zhao shook his head. "If I hadn't read about it in this book, even I would have never heard of it."
The rarity of this medicine is completely different from that of Wushan ginseng.
Although black mountain ginseng is rare, it can be found in many medical clinics because it is frequently used in prescriptions.
As for Astragalus membranaceus…if you ask about it at a clinic in the city, the doctors there probably won’t even be able to tell you what the properties of the medicine are or how to use it.
Since it is used less, naturally no one will pick it.
"Why would Mr. Xue use such an unconventional herb..." Jing Li muttered softly, then asked, "What should we do now?"
"Mr. Xue once said that there's no substitute for the herbs in the prescription he wrote. If any one of them is missing, the antidote can't be made." Qin Zhao sighed, "I can only trouble Master Pei to search for a few more days."
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